don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how i feel
top of the world, but your world isn't real
top of the world, but your world isn't real
Nova doesn’t have to say it in order for Caly to feel the shift in the attuned bond toward it. The sensation that she wants to be a part of it, even if she isn’t sure that it wouldn’t be her waking up with glitter in the underwear drawer this time. But she, too, can’t answer that as suddenly they’re descended on by the dark, ominous vines. The roar escapes her throat and she swings back around, claws colliding with the restraint as it reaches for her.
She slices it, some kind of ooze seeping out that has her immediately recoiling, trying to hop away from it and clear her paw from the horrible sensation that grips her when she realizes Nova’s also fighting her own battle. A sharp pang of surprise and worry flares through the paler tide jaguar, and she leaps into action – pouncing over to her sister to bite at it and pull it or sever it from trying to restrain her sister.
She slices it, some kind of ooze seeping out that has her immediately recoiling, trying to hop away from it and clear her paw from the horrible sensation that grips her when she realizes Nova’s also fighting her own battle. A sharp pang of surprise and worry flares through the paler tide jaguar, and she leaps into action – pouncing over to her sister to bite at it and pull it or sever it from trying to restrain her sister.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
